INTRO. She was 5'6", brown eyes, sexy toes & I liked her smile. Yes she was. Nice thighs, I won't lie, and the big ole jelly ass. And the way she danced, she turned all the boys in the room crazy. G'on girl, let me see you do the dance, do the dance for me.
Ooh, ooh, ahh, ahh. My, my, my, my, let me get a taste. Of your sweet potato pie. Ooh, ooh, ahh, ahh. My, my, my, my. . Yo, it's fatty koo. (Ah no, no, no, no).
Cream of the young,. Cream of the young,. Of the young,. Of the young,. Of the young,. Of the young,. Cream of the young.. . Party twice as awkward, as my awkward head,.
I never imagined, someone could make me feel. Like I'm fallin' so deep, I wanna believe it's real. Have you lost ya mind, has ya conscience gone away?.
I met this young man just the other day. He set my world on fire in a special way. He had the prettiest smile that I ever seen. It kind of felt like a day dream.
Every kid's no good and. let them hang themselves. Leave them where they are,. Stacked neatly on the shelves. . All your kids are deaf mutes. All your kids are deaf kids.
I love you. . The sunlight smiles, faithful everyday for you. No one can come close to the joy you bring to me. Whispers like a summer breeze to put my mind at ease.
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce. (Its in music). Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce. (Fatty Koo). Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce. . We swing, bouncin', flippin', jumpin', jazz funkin', lets do somethin'.
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce. (Its in music). Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce. (Fatty Koo). Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce. . We swing, bouncin', flippin', jumpin', jazz funkin', lets do somethin'.
I'll polish the leaves, make them green again;. Shake out the trees, change the scene again;. Spring cleaning gettin' ready for love.. . I'll sweep out the nook down in lover's lane;.
In the bright-lit railway station, 3 A.M.. in a town whose active life is at an end. I was met by a rich man dressed in a panda fur. who said, "If I can keep smiling I can change the world.".
Well look who's here. Lulu's back in town. My, my, my, yes, yes, yes. . Gotta get my old tuxedo pressed. Gotta sew a button on my vest. 'Cause tonight I've gotta look my best.
This is mister blank calling, gorgeous. From the slum which time ignores. Where folks use razor blades for toothpaste. And every breath is a holy war.
My goodness, I feel so evanescent today,. Oh I gotta tell you about it, oh, mercy,. I'm crazy 'bout my baby, listen a-here:. . I'm walking, walking on air.
her uncle won't support her now. he loves his masons more. but their boy scouts songs all jabble on. as they [fought] to gore some whores. she says, "you won't get me home.
when my taxi arrives. say that i'm dead. having swallowed my leg. and come to the bedroom again. let us begin. shrinking the walls. and counting our ears.
Let's go round again. Let loose again. Off the wall again. Across the floor again. and come on in his chair. We can make believe he's there. Make our bodies answer our unspoken dread.
The days are chained like daisies. flung on some years-old grave. on ground unmarked, found on no chart. or map or minefield aid. I can only change the future.
A walk in the woods after a storm. through waves of steam and graveyard gas come overground. The unwalked path, the dimming light. Not day or night, just always while life remains on hold.